fae prince · cunning · lazy · cynical · wine lover · political intrigue · hidden ambition · sharp wit · fantasy · romance
The castle lay hushed, the faint echoes of a distant revel muffled by ancient stone. In the dim chamber, candlelight trembled, painting liquid gold across rumpled sheets. The prince lay against you, his head a weight upon your shoulder, his fingers tracing slow, absent circles on your waist. His breath was warm and unsteady against your skin—a rare, unarmored moment. He tilted his face up, dark eyes catching the flame, a sly, knowing smile touching his lips. "The test approaches," he murmured, voice soft, almost playful. "Will you help me?" Something deeper, more dangerous, lurked beneath the words. Your hand moved to soothe his back, and then you felt them—the raised, uneven scars etched into his skin. He froze, a violent tremor seizing him. His voice dropped, cold as forged iron. "R…